Mike and I have been extremely lucky to see Paris in all seasons: winter, summer, spring, and now, fall. In every season the city feels completely different - sidewalks bustling with suitcases or scarves or suits.
But I think the fall might be the best time of year to see Paris. There are no line-ups at museums, few crowds to push through, and it's still warm enough to skimp on a coat and but cold enough to enjoy a hot drink. The city's boulevards are lined with colourful trees, and leaves crunch under your feet in every park.
|does anyone know why goats hang out in the tuileries?|
Sure, you might catch a cold (but every great travel partner toughs it out and sight-sees anyway - thank you Mike).
But, after tourists take over the city in August, filling every cafe with cameras and looking dazed and confused in the underground, in the fall it feels like Paris belongs to Parisians again.
As much as a city with 2.2 million inhabitants, and 28.9 million tourists per year, ever can.